“It’s dazzling…”


  “What?”


  “G-Gold?”


  “Golden, golden pig?”


  Unfamiliar words came out of the mouths.

  Pig.

  At that, a golden pig.

  However, it was true.

  A pig big enough for someone like Anya to ride on its back, she looked at Irene Pareira, who was looking at the golden pig.

  ‘Is that thing alive?’


  “That person looks strong.”


  “I feel the same way.”


  “Probably an expert… and not an ordinary expert.”


  It was then, Lulu, who had examined the man with grey hair, said.

  “Master.”